My therapist from last year described an eating disorder like an "abusive lover."  At that time, I didn't really pay attention to that comment.  I thought it was weird.  I nodded to feign support of her idea.  But now, the more I think about it, the more true it seems to be.

We let our eating disorder voices tell us lies.  We listen to our ED, and believe that things will be better.  Our bodies are tortured.  Our feelings are invalidated.  ED tells us that we are worthless.  We are never enough.  Our bodies are punished over and over again.  Yet, we grasp onto ED.  We think that ED will protect us--just give him time.  Things will change.  Things will get better.  I'm just not trying hard enough to please ED...it's my fault I'm not happy.     

I guess in a way, our eating disorder is like an abusive lover.  We crawl back to ED even when we're hurt. 

What does everyone think about this comparision?